09.30.2005

Last ripe lime picked, sunnyside of the tree studded with blossom
Coolish smell of sweetish apple rot on this last September night

Transition from the season of gin to the season of scotch
Reason gets into your head, won't leave though time carries it off

Butterscotch sunsets, how quaint!
One of those days younger seems better

09.29.2005

It felt book length, then grammar lit the questions
First the storm, afterward the storm of questions

09.28.2005

Caught up in words and caught up in time and not distinguishing
No need to look long or loud to see something to poetize

Empty house blues: all that you love goes on trial
Confidence allows grammar to stand up in the haze

Raindrop nipples on glassy water (in memory) ripple across the pond
Standing on the tree stump, arms pointing up into where its pears grew

09.27.2005

Dig into time, thwart every concept
End of the Golden Age of Global Warming

09.26.2005

Soon nothing, now against – against the eye-wall, against the lie
Low expectations of the Age of the Liar – some say ice, some say fire

Thoughts gather in forms
Clouds gravitate to lakes

09.25.2005

Overhead river-front flooded and dark – sudden complete fragment
Isolate geese, migrant at midnight, call out as the waning moon rises

Where with them can I go?
The hegira ran out of gas!

Difficult to stay with, difficult to get the beauty from, but when gotten good
Damaged, diffuse, dreamy – a fortunate falling apart of the frame

09.24.2005

The reading eye seeks a particular seeing
The unseen sleeps in the alphabet

Connie came quickly, Caribbean to Carolina (08/12/55)
Diane drenched deluged Connecticut (08/17/55)

Tender ten days, then swelling subsides
Lacking confirmation, they go ballistic

Quiescent crud clings, kills kings
Queens, queers, commies and cats collapse

Puzzle parts — pugilistic
Prehensile prunes pucker

Princes prefer prancing
Princess slimes sucker

09.23.2005

Self-inflicted terror of climate change
Plans are dusted off before the storm deposits slime

Complicated communal condition causes confusion
Congressional commission can't contain commercial collapse

They applaud to laud, but hiss to dis
One-eyed storms and cyclopses are wild

Catastrophic Katrina
Rita redux?

09.22.2005

The Iron Age and the Bronze Age and the Age of Exploration
The Age of Anxiety and the Age of Mass Produced Emotion

Water and luck are kin in constancy
Hills (wedded to visions of rest) are not fickle

The sheets of sleep are sweet
The clasp of dream is short, death long

09.21.2005

Time enforces the rules
Rules are obeyed by thoughts

They gin up the science
We sequence the thoughts

Explanations are fat
Purple prose larded

Thought lurks and lingers
The leader's voice gave them the finger

09.20.2005

Locomotive whistle moves through night air
The weather never wastes a word

09.19.2005

I spoke words that conjured you
My tongue got to you

Epiphany: what I thought I knew revealed as why I chose not to know
Elegy: You are gone, gone, and these two, both so you

The real thought's seldom said, but it enables the said thought
Standing in the day, day going by: thinking, remembering

Eros: lips, sky, trees, skin, pose, all mean nothing now
The whole summer's ticked across the sky, now the sun tacks back

09.18.2005

The room of life filled by constant sentences
Inspiration is the new seduction

Art decorates the heart; science constructs the fact
Dreamed dreams shut down and time expanded

09.17.2005

He was drinking, proclaiming his Gnostic diagnosis of Moses
The worst: maybe it's already happened, maybe, or maybe it's coming

We try to guess how the big one will break things down
I plan to head out through rehearsed words, face it that way

Summer ending: swift river, sea-fog, heat, dry hills, the moon — enough?
Happiness, yes happiness: under us, over us, ahead of us, in this world

What I think is wrong with them, with us, with me — who knows?
The dreams were relentless, shocking, the whole next day dreamwork

09.16.2005

Ode to odd (rewrite): God is modern, so take the road less trodden
Ode to odd (rerewrite): God has unraveled, the faithful have traveled

09.15.2005

Ode to odd: God is mod, so take the road less trod
Space is original music, noise eats synonymless bliss

09.14.2005

Milk swirls into the coffee
Fog swirls into the trees

09.13.2005

The profit in harmony and the harm in money
The dude was a dud, he rode the road all muddy

Garden grants grace; grief greens grave
Girdle governs glut; gravity grounds God

Lust lacked love; lewd loved lust
Loot looked lost; lung lacked lips

Loot boot moot root toot hoot hoop goop loop loon moon soon goon gook
Look hook took book cook rook roof hoof goof foot food mood hood wood

09.12.2005

Forward: astir to fever to seeing to brush-stroke
Retrospective: assemble it again, do it all backward in time

The original does not equal the initial; a library contains no knowledge
She misread farfalle for falafel and cooked her goose

09.11.2005

Be here now: one goal of progress has been to create remotes
Music: noise enters the inner ear to keep sounding and sounding

Progress creates remotes
Inner ear keeps sounding

09.10.2005

7.3: On this sunny September day a hurricane is lurking underground
Cooler days, warmish water from the hose holds some summer heat

09.09.2005

Fog in the night—listen; dog in the night from a pulpit—listen!
Over and over, namelessly draining away; time, it reigns away

Every longer night the brick-dry clay waits for rain to morph it to mud
Every night cooler, while multiplications of seasonal shape emote in sleep

I want to go alone someplace and rest, your days make you wish
Think about it, and fat chance, answers everything

Purple flowers get their season—the longer shadow season
Blood-bright liquid amber coming, lemony elms coming—time drains away

09.08.2005

Hunger is the mother, shit follows sated hunger
The heart is hunger, pumping in sickness, pumping in health

Because summer is over and your mother is dead
Because bees, because clover, because things are said

09.07.2005

Longer hungers and shorter hungers, the sweet the secret the bitter hungers
The sated hungers: to be hungry in body and mind and live a long time

09.06.2005

Just because you don't notice, it doesn't stop draining away
What don't you choose to miss? How many dawns? How many?

Earth's hunger and time's hunger are our mentors, and our enemies
No one not hungry for the air, the light, the unframed time, should love me

09.05.2005

We didn't want to do it, they didn't want to do it, so no one did it
Look at what's happened; see what didn't have to; now what?

Looting season: thoughts of high summer dragged through September days
Hunger loots random achievement, little birds loot bushes and trees

09.04.2005

You let words empty out, now you know earth and sky and time emptied out
e.g.: It's about accountability when the rubber hits the road it's deliverables

Stop loving the ruthless, deadly earth and tenderness withers
Words refuse to disperse, though you run out of ways to understand them

09.03.2005

If you were unable to watch the watchable, you'd worry
Until a time like now, no one's worrying the unspoken speakable

09.02.2005

Are the mistakes, the chips that fall from
these catastrophes, pieces of the void? — Clark Coolidge; Notebooks, 1976

Days of death, catastrophe, degradation—then a plan to shift blame emerged
Compassionate conservative my ass: float bloat dolt revolt

09.01.2005

A sentence originates in conception of a future
A word exists in preservation of a past